Attack the Block Page #13

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The GIRLS RUN down the corridor towards the STAIRS. SAM

hesitates, unsure who to stay with.

MOSES:

She’s right. You should stay

away from me. Go if you like.

But I ain’t gonna let anybody

else die.

PEST:

F*** that man! I got your back.

JEROME:

I ain’t goin’ nowhere. They took

Dennis man. We gotta kill all

them things bruv.

They all turn and look at SAM.

BANG!

SAM:

Don’t look at me. We’re on the

same side now, right?

BANG! Bullets explode on the wall,

showering SAM and the GANG with plaster. They FLEE.

HI-HATZ, PATRICK and BEATS stride out of the LIFT,

opening fire, fast approaching TIA’S OPEN DOORWAY.

Just as they get close; BOOM! The SECURITY GATE BURSTS

from the wall, a CREATURE riding on top of it.

BANG!

PATRICK and BEATS FREEZE. Eyes go wide. HI-HATZ is unphased.

He raises his PISTOL.

HI-HATZ

Easy kill.

The CREATURE CHARGES! HI-HATZ FIRES. Misses. Turns to

see BEATS and PATRICK already back inside the lift.

91 INT. LIFT - THAT MOMENT 91

BEATS HAMMERS the CLOSE button. PATRICK SHOOTS. HI-HATZ

bundles inside too, the CREATURE BOUNDING after him. It

DIVES, sails towards the closing doors and:

MAKES IT!

The door closes. Muffled SCREAMS and SHOTS are heard

from inside, diminishing as it continues its journey.

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92 OMITTED 92

93 INT. STAIRWELL - THAT MOMENT 93

The GANG BURST through DOORS and race up the stairwell.

SAM:

Who was that?

JEROME:

That’s Hi-Hatz. His best friend

got ate and he’s a bit stressed

about it.

PEST:

Man’s a sausage.

SAM:

Is there anyone in this block

that doesn’t want to kill you?

MOSES peers up the staircase ahead. DISTORTED MONSTROUS

SHADOWS approach, ADVANCING out of the blackness.

Their path ahead blocked, MOSES turns and makes towards

MOSES:

Not really.

the doors to the nearest CORRIDOR.

INT. NINETEENTH FLOOR - THAT MOMENT

BREWIS stands waiting for the LIFT. PING! It arrives.

The DOORS open. Revealed inside;

HI-HATZ. Alone. Crazed. His face and the walls behind

him awash with GORE.

BREWIS:

I’ll get the next one.

95 EXT. STAIRCASE - NIGHT

Seen through the spine of WINDOWS which runs up theside of the block: The GIRLS, stampeding DOWN.

95

96 INT. LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER

The GIRLS thunder through the lobby, a hurricane ofPANIC.

96

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97 INT. ESTATE FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS 97

The GIRLS BURST from the block and sprint towards the

ESTATE EXIT. Awaiting them a MASS of silhouetted POLICE

VEHICLES and OFFICERS & FLASHING LIGHTS.

97A INT:
MUNICIPAL BIN - NIGHT 97A

CLOSE ON BIGGZ’ PHONE. A PHOTO of DENNIS on the screen.

An automated voice SOUNDS:

PHONE VOICE:

You have thirty seconds

remaining.

BIGGZ takes a deep breath.

BIGGZ:

(phone warning

beep)

Big man ting, I got no more

credit. I can’t be in this bin

no more. I’m gonna make a break

for it.

(phone warning

beep)

If I die, tell my mum I love

her. And tell Jerome I did that

jump. I ain’t even lying. That

was some next superhero sh*t.

(phone warning

Dennis fam, I made bare calls,

everybody’s come down to back us

blood, but no one can get

inside. Feds have got the block

on lock down.

beep)

See you on the other side, yeah?

He pockets his phone. DARKNESS.

EXTERIOR (already shot): The bin lid slowly opens.

BIGGZ peers out. Almost immediately:

BOOM! The CREATURE lunges up and SNAPS at his FACE! The

bin TIPS violently, throwing BIGGZ backwards.

BOOM! BOOM! The creature head-butts the bin again and

again, almost tipping it over! Finally, it backs off.

Nestled in the trash, BIGGZ’S PHONE RINGS. On the

screen, a sweet photo of him hugging his MUM.

BIGGZ (CONT’D)

Not now!!!

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98 EXT. WALKWAYS - NIGHT 98

PROBS commando-runs into view, taking up position at a

junction. MAYHEM sidles up behind, not playing along.

MAYHEM:

This is looong man. They’ve all

gone!

Something catches PROBS’ eye on the BLOCK ahead.

PROBS:

Nah they ain’t. Check it!

A DOZEN CREATURES scuttle up the outside of the block,

darting between satellite dishes and drainpipes like

APES scaling an AZTEC TEMPLE -

All heading towards RON’S PENTHOUSE FLAT.

INT. LIFT - THAT MOMENT

BREWIS paces up and down in the tiny lift, mumbling to

himself in a stoned panic.

The lift suddenly SHUDDERS to a HALT. The doors OPEN

and MOSES dives inside, followed by SAM, JEROME and

BREWIS:

Yo...

BREWIS sees something MONSTROUS bounding down the

corridor towards them.

BREWIS:

...woah!

PEST.

The doors close. BREWIS is gradually losing it.

BREWIS:

Will someone please tell me what

the f*** is going on in this

block? What was that chasing

you? Why’s the other lift full

of bits of dead people???

PEST:

Hear that Moses? They got Hi-

Hatz! They ate that sausage!

BOOM! The CREATURE impacts. The LIFT starts to descend.

PEST reaches out and double taps the GROUND button,

cancelling it. The lift shudders to a halt.

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99 CONTINUED:
99

BREWIS:

Hey, what are you doing? I was

going down...

(off their looks)

...but don’t worry about it.

MOSES:

I ain’t goin’ down. Too many

things down there’s out to get

me, get me?

PEST:

True say. Bare police, crazy

gangsters and f***ed-up monsters

down there.

BREWIS:

OK. Good. Let’s not go down.

Yeah, if we’re not going down,

where is there left to go?

MOSES:

Up. Ron’s weed room.

SAM:

What’s Ron’s Weed Room?

BREWIS:

It’s a big room full of weed.

And it’s Ron’s.

MOSES:

SAM:

They can get through doors. And

windows. And security gates.

JEROME:

That room’s like Fort Knox.

PEST:

Ron’s weed room! Plan!

MOSES hits the button marked NINETEEN.

100 INT. CORRIDOR/LIFT. NINETEENTH FLOOR - NIGHT 100

The LIFT DOORS open to reveal: NO ONE. Then; SAM, PEST,

MOSES, JEROME and BREWIS peering nervously out.

MOSES:

Down the end.

PEST:

Raaaah..!

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100 CONTINUED:
100

Right at the end of the corridor, TWO CREATURES,

TUSSLING and SNARLING.

BREWIS:

Man, I am too high for this

sh*t...

PEST:

Trust.

MOSES:

We gotta clear that corridor.

SAM:

How?

MOSES:

Indoor fireworks.

INT. NINETEENTH FLOOR LIFT/CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER

2-SHOT INSERT of BREWIS and SAM pressed against wall

while GANG prepare firework weapons.

BREWIS:

Hey, I’m Brewis.

SAM:

Sam.

BREWIS:

I’m supposed to be at a house

party in Fulham. Now it’s like

I’m trapped in this bloody

block. How about you?

SAM:

I live here.

BREWIS:

Really? Cool...

BREWIS:

I’m supposed to be at a house

party in Fulham. I only came

here to pick up. I’ve got

customers waiting...

JEROME:

People like you encourage drugs

in the ends man. Makes me sick.

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